Powerless Saiki Kusuo AU
Saiki was pretty sure someone should have warned him of the effects of caffeine before all this happened.
Teen and Up; 1,242 Words; No Archive Warnings
needed to get this idea out of my nervous system
A message from Eman:
Dear friends, family, and compassionate supporters,
My name is Eman Zaqout, from Occupied Gaza, Palestine. I am contacting you at a really desperate and urgent moment.
I am seeking your assistance to raise funds for saving our lives, facing the starvation in Gaza and help me achieve my doctoral degree dream after awarding prestigious PhD Fellowship.
I'm a wife and mother of two little kids. My husband Mahmoud Zaqout 39 years old, my son Rakan 12 years old and my doughter Seba 10 years old. I am also an employee working in a medical field and at the same time a scientific researcher conducting different research inside and outside Gaza as well.
For years, I poured my heart and soul into my work at Al-Shifa Hospital and Turkish Palestinian Friendship Hospital, as Biotechnology Specialist serving basically cancer patients with compassion and skill.
I am just like any motivated and loving life woman, who loves her family, job and warm house. Since October 7th, my life changed dramatically when Israeli military launched a sweeping war against Gaza. My home and our neighborhood in the North have been destroyed early in this crisis. I and my family have experienced disastrous and unforgettable moments in that day when Israeli warplanes started a violent attack with heavy missiles and white phosphorus in our region. Ambulances and the Palestinian Red Cross evacuated us from the targeted place, so we went to my father’s home. My job and my husband's job are gone. Israel forced us later to evacuate again from the north Gaza to the south where they claimed it would be the safe zone but it is not at all. Our sweet home and neighborhood have been destroyed along with our belongings and precious memories. Even if the war ends, it's literally unlivable.
It has been 10 months of hell and horror. This genocide has been too long to bear, and our mental health and lives are in constant danger. We have reached a point where there is no hope left for us here in Gaza, where we are unfortunately just waiting for our turn to die.
Your generosity is not just a donation; it is a beacon of hope in the face of adversity, a lifeline for not only my family but also other displaced families at our camp torn apart by conflict. Your support, whether big or small, will make a significant difference during this challenging time as we lost everything we have, and not just observe from the outside.
Please donate and share this with friends and colleagues and thank you for standing with us.
Eman Zaqout
There is an extended version of her story on her GoFundMe.
Please donate if you can. Any amount helps, whether it's 5 dollars, 10 dollars, or 20 dollars. Here is a link to her Tumblr:
https://www.tumblr.com/emannzaqout1
She has been verified by 90-ghost and aces-and-angels.
Oh man this newest episode of Earth is crazy. I'm so glad aliens under the sea are made up for television and aren't actually real.
If you're not waiting for e-mail, how often do you check your digital mail box?
Every day
A few times a week
Once a week
A few times a month
Once a month
Less often than that
No digital mailbox
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Mikoto watched the blue-haired girl in front of her with interest.
"Hey, I ain't judging you, babes. So, love life, huh?" she smiled, watching Teruhashi's face split into a rueful smile.
"Oh, I was just curious!" she exclaimed, avoiding eye contact. Mikoto nodded, reaching out and tilting the crystal ball this way and that.
"Doesn't seem like you'll date around a lot," Mikoto said. "There's deffo there's someone, though. He-"
Pink hair.
Aiura froze. Maybe it was someone else...?
The crystal ball slipped from her grasp and shattered with her heart as Kusuo Saiki's purple eyes stared back at her.
Hi there! I'm Froogieburgers (FroogieBurger) on Ao3, FrogsBogsAndLogs on Wattpad. This is a blog to check up on how far I am on my current projects, and to look for updates. Any pronouns are fine; I honestly couldn't care less.
I mostly write Saiki K content, though I stray into other fandoms - i.e., the ongoing PJO crossover w/ TDOLSK I have going on. I also write for the Cameron Geller fandom occasionally, if I can manage to get off my butt and do it.
I occasionally engage in Genloss stuff as well, but will likely not write fanfiction for it.
I rarely write ships, but if I do, they will likely not be the main focus of the fic. I will not write smut, but will take requests (as long as I’m comfortable writing whatever is requested).
I can and will procrastinate, so please bully me into writing.
This will be edited to accurately fit the current state of the blog.
BANNER ART BY RROKETA ON INSTAGRAM!!! Go check them out, they're very cool.
Smth little that I did to combat my underwhelmness
Aiura is always watching out for her boyfriends
Hi! I found this:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/40183677/chapters/100642917#workskin
The Lines of Life -- Crowley and Aziraphale are home, recovering from their trauma, and finding ways to accommodate Crowley’s disabilities. But rebuilding their life together brings up past memories, and not all of them are good. Can they use their new coping skills to support each other as they heal?
They bake shortbread and stargaze in this one.
I'll give it another shot tomorrow, but I combed through a couple filters and didn't find anything that quite matched your description. They bake lavender shortbread in this one:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51634441/chapters/13052106
It is explicit, though, so be forewarned.
If you're looking for more fics to read, I stumbled across this filter and literally all the fics are so sweet and nice and awesome.
linkity link bc the link was too long
Have a nice day and I'll try again tmrw.
PLEASE GUYS HELP ME FIND THIS FANFIC ITS ON AO3 AND ITS ABOUT AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY MOVING INTO A COTTAGE TOGETHER AND BAKING BREAD AND GOING ON A STARGAZING DATE I CANT FIND IT AND ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN THING IVE EVER HAD THE HONOR TO READ
Metori glided easily through the math test, marking answers carelessly. His tutors had taught him all this months ago, and he couldn't believe these idiots were still on it. He opened his mouth to tell the teacher he finished.
A frustrated sigh whistled out from beside him, and he glanced surreptitiously at the kid beside him. Kuboyasu stared at his paper, lips pursed.
He glanced at his paper and back at the kid beside him. The stress of the test was clear on his face.
In other words, Saiko had nothing to do with the note now on Kuboyasu's desk.